Monday on the busPosted on September 23, 2014 at 08:29:06 AM by Nath Rockhill

Again this morning the bus drew to a halt, by the wheat field. In our presence waves of bright white sunlit gulls, backed by blackened storm clouds, swirled high up and back down to the horizon. In the golden field, the cranes all looked up, as the rest of their flock swirled with the gulls, and the geese rowed their way steadily through these cool waves of positive new light. Now that's an education in a big yellow nutshell. (from Mark Spurr)Replies:There have been no replies.